I want to stamp my foot
Throw a tantrum in petulant rage
Shake my fist at the gods
Pitch a fit
Hold my breath til I turn blue
But I turned blue long ago
Not Muddy Water blue
Or Howling Wolf blue
but Billie Holliday blue
Bessie Smith, Nina Simone blue
Blue like the color of my eyes
soft and light and maybe deep
perhaps flecked just a little
with yellow like gold
I don't want to stamp my foot any more
I want to listen to someone sing the blues
soft and light and deep
flecked with yellow, like gold
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